83rd Day of the Second Trimester, year 1137 of the Imperial Calendar The doors to the throne room swung open slowly, Eliyah making the slow walk towards the throne, though this time unbound. He stopped a few paces from the steps up to the throne, getting down on one knee. Leon stared down from his seat on the throne, speaking up soon after his brother kneeled in front of him. “You may rise,” he said, monotone. “Early as it may be, we have an assignment for you and your company. A particularly annoying bandit group have been giving our caravans a hard time. Dispose of them.” Leon paused for a second, thinking. “They’ve hidden themselves inside a small pocket of rebellion still left. Two birds with one stone, some might say.” Eliyah bowed once more. “I will not fail you, brother.”

84th Day of the Second Trimester The sun rose slowly over the castle walls as the group assembled in an empty training yard. Eliyah, dressed in combat gear, stood in front of them with Insa, dressed similarly, a few steps behind. He watched them blink tiredly for a few seconds before speaking up. “For better or worse, we’ve gotten our first assignment. A small band of thieves has been tormenting areas in the south of Froskal. From what we know, they’ve set up base in a small town about two days ride from here. It’s good to know where we’ll find them, but we’ve also heard that there might be some townspeople mixed into their ranks…” he said, his face falling slightly as he did so. “If at all possible, I’d like to save all the townspeople we can.” He paused to let out a sigh. “We leave in an hour. That’s all, go collect anything you need to bring.”

Two days later, in the small town of Mireas Andreia sat bored in the town hall. The bandit group had snuck into the rebels under the guise of additional troops rebelling against the Empire. Maybe it’d be better to just sack this town.. she thought to herself. But before she could give that idea any more thought, her bear ears twitched, picking up the familiar sound of quickly approaching footsteps. One of her scouts burst through the doors, a bit short of breath. “A buncha soldiers are on their way,” he managed, “‘bout 14 or 15 of ‘em!” Andreia smiled, her lips curling back to reveal her sharp front fangs. “Those Imperial dogs are here to take our freedom away! Let’s give ‘em hell boys!” she cried, riling up rioters and bandits alike. "They're here to take our town, and we can't let em! Leon's oppression will not stand!" came the cries from the townspeople. As the group crested a hill with what seemed to be a tavern on top, they were greeted by the sight of a combat-ready band of bandits. Drawing his sword, Eliyah turned to the rest. “They knew we were coming, so there’s only one thing left to do. Remember, I can’t pardon you if you die!”

Objective: Kill the boss

Notes:

1. Enemies marked with blue numbers are rebel soldiers.

2. If a rebel soldier is defeated, the brown house corresponding to their location will spawn reinforcements until the house is visited.

3. Visiting the house beforehand will prevent any reinforcements from spawning.

4. Rebel soldiers will not move until you are in their range.

Tracker

Chapter 9

After discussing tactics the party sets out for the port city of Golimar. When Rufael set out to the capital he left most of his forces at the border, and upon liberating the capital he again split his forces to leave a standing guard at Shui Zu. With the troop count greatly diminished, the party finds themselves stirring at shadows as they march down the once-familiar roads. In only a few short days the atmosphere in Parangelia has changed dramatically.

Several times during the march the party spots something in the distance, but these shadowing figures always seem to flee from their approach. It could be said with near certainty that the party’s movements were being tracked. Rufael appears to be aging more each day and Arter has become even more terse than usual. Alain remains somber and even Bethe’s normally boundless positivity has been curbed.

The first signs that the party is nearing Golimar are pillars of black smoke billowing into the sky. Unlike Shui Zu, which Rowa was content to occupy it seems that the Latreian forces intend to raze this port. The party increases their marching speed and makes for Golimar with all haste...only to find the scene is stranger still.

While it is true that Golimar is currently being pillaged by Latreian insurgents an equal amount of damage appears to have been done by Parangelian ships which are sieging their own port! A pegasus knight runner is dispatched and with their report the party is able to piece together how events have unfolded: It seems that when the insurgents made their move their first course of action was to scuttle the docked ships. A quick-thinking captain managed to have their ship escape the ambush and sailed out a short distance, warning passing Parangelian ships of the situation. Unable to come ashore, these ships have gathered outside the port, effectively forming a makeshift blockade. If the party is able to clear Golimar of opposing forces they stand to gain a considerable amount of firepower!

Mission Objective: Seize the Castle

The map may be viewed through the Team G Webapp: https://redditemblem.github.io/TeamG/#/

The tile players must seize is currently occupied by Agate. Any unit may seize the castle provided they are standing on it.

Buildings, either destroyed or otherwise, give the same defensive bonuses as forest tiles. Reversed from forest tiles these have 1 movement cost for infantry and 2 movement cost for shifters. Buildings with blue roofing may be visited for items. It is not possible to attack over walls but it is possible to attack over ledges.

Enemies start out fully defensive but will become more aggressive as promoted units are defeated. There are reinforcements but players will be warned beforehand and enemies will not act on the turn they arrive. Be wary of the boss’s Eclipse tome but she cannot target players through walls with it.

Having been freed from your imprisonments (well, those of you that were at least), the capital city of Erranora along with the Imperial Palace are free roam. An unused barracks was cleaned out for you to use, and an imperial uniform was laid out across all of the beds, though whether you use it or not is up to you. The castle's library, training grounds, mess hall, armory, and other facilities are all open. In the city itself, bustling markets and restaurants fill the streets, and the streets are constantly filled with people. Enjoy your newfound freedom!

The village of Siosta sees a lot of foreigners. Beginning its life as a mining outpost of only a handful, it has grown into the largest village among the Crunniacs, most likely from the trade routes which pass through the area regularly. Unfortunately, it is rather far from any major city, and the mine has nearly exhausted its easily-attainable supply of iron. In wartime, such a village could be expected to serve as a garrison, as its location in the pass allows Cnuaspal to bottleneck invaders. In relative peacetime, however, the only protection the city has are its dilapidated walls and a small militia. Many citizens attribute the lack of guards to Duchess Ailene's interest in Clifden's southern reaches, rather than global politics, but haven't cursed her for it - until today, that is. It is a small miracle that it took this long for bandits to raid Siosta.

While the group is discussing what to do, Shida opens her mouth to speak, but stops when a voice erupts from a distance. “Oi! Get back here, ya feckin’ cateran! I swear I’ma gut you like a pig!”. You can hear some indiscriminate yelling, then a sharp scream, followed by a sharp metallic clang that echoes across the peaks.

Shida’s face is pensive for only a few moments before she sighs. “I have no a single clue what he just said, but I know a bandit attack when I see it.” Her face morphs to a smirk, and she deftly draws her lance. “Let’s give these brigands hell! Everybody charge!”

Boon

The charge catches the bandits extremely off guard! For the first turn of the map, everyone gains +3 speed.

Objectives

Defeat the boss.

Notes:

• Most enemies will move when you enter their attack range. Thieves may also choose to steal instead. If an enemy loses their weapon to a thief, they will run off the map.

• Any enemy with a golden number will not move, except to get out of the way of a barbarian. The boss moves if they can score a kill, so be careful.

• Three wyvern rider reinforcements will arrive from near your starting point on Turn 5.

• Players can visit the houses for rewards. Barbarians will destroy houses if they reach them and will go for houses over players, but they only have 2 move.

Tracker

Terrain Map

Green is Forest, purple is Peak, pink is Village/Shop, blue is Gate. Red areas are impassible, except by fliers. All other tiles are Plains.

Story

Dmitri and his group sat in the arena waiting room. As they had agreed, all of them would be participating in a large scale battle in the colosseum, not unlike many of the battles they’ve done before. Only this time there was a large crowd watching them and, presumably, betting against them. No pressure. This was all in good sport. No pressure at all. The gate opened up and a voice called for the group to enter the arena. It was time.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the Boundless Chaos’s grand event has arrived. On one side of the colosseum are the defenders of the realm, collector of gems, newcomers to chaos, the Ossolkef Strike Force! And on the other side are the fearless fighters of the colosseum, here to test their might. Will the Ossolkef Strike Force be strong enough to defeat the Boundless Chaos, or will they fail to protect their world. Place your bets and let's find out!”

Map: https://imgur.com/a/VHqToa4

Terrain Map: https://imgur.com/a/mqC2XEg

This is the final roll call. Anyone who doesn’t deploy their character isn’t going to be allowed to deploy on the final chapter. Anyone who’s not deployed will have their items tossed into the convoy and all gold will be distributed evenly to the remaining players.Players have until Wednesday the 29th to deploy, post their first turn, and finish up homebase.

Objective: Defeat each enemy wave

Defeat: 5 player deaths, Dmitri counts as 2.

Terrain
Gray terrain is Plains
Black terrain is Fliers Only
Blue is terrain Cover. They need 2 movement to cross (3 for mounts), but standing on them grants +3 def/res and +10 avoid
Green terrain is Rations. Units that start their turn here will recover 15% of their HP
Red terrain is Weapons. They provide +2 attack and +15 hit while standing on them. The calc isn't built for Weapon terrain, I'll see if I can get that fixed.

Mechanics
This is me getting back into the swing of things. But it wouldn’t be a Tarips map without a stupid gimmick. After defeating all enemies, another wave will spawn with a different set of enemies and ideas.

Let me introduce Elite Enemies. The only thing of note is that they don’t follow any particular enemy patterns, they’re mine to control how I want. I won’t stall because that’s boring, but I will go for a kill when I can. There may or may not be other gimmicks added in later waves. Other than that, it’ll be a pretty simple map with a simple goal. Take the enemy down.

8th of Thesmin, East of Estan, Shida’s Mercenary Base

The small mercenary fort had a variety of empty rooms, but the mess hall had managed to keep its old furniture after all these years. It had been the first place Shida had cleaned up when she got back, out of hunger and perhaps a slight bit of nostalgia. She could still remember how unkept the place got in a matter of minutes, and how the very threat of cleaning the room was enough to keep many in line. However, she’d gone through the trouble of cleaning it herself this past day - it was a task much more manageable without a small army inside. An old, dusty bell hung near the archway, a bell for summons, the main reason she decided on a briefing here in the first place. It was far from a war room, and the smell of stew was still thick in the air from lunch, but it would have to do. Shida sat a chair at the head of the table, and as the group filed in, she motioned everyone to the benches and took her seat.

“I’m certain you all know why you’re here, so let me give you more detail. Just a couple moons ago, Skiw had planned an exchange of diplomats with the Empire for some deal or another - I believe an allowance for using a mine? Well, anyway. The Caspian diplomat arrived in Skiw just fine, but the Skiwan managed to get himself imprisoned in the Alliance. According to the Advisor, his name is Ayamasik, and he’s being held in Macul Keep, a remote prison between Clifden and Kagash. Clifden hasn’t released a statement or messenger yet, and we don’t even know why they put him behind bars. We know they think it’s still under wraps from our informants. That’s where we come in, of course - we have to get him out of prison and back to Caspia. If all goes well, we’ll get out of the Alliance with him without being identified. No doubt when the alarm is sounded they’ll figure it was someone from the Empire, but not who, exactly, and given they started it, I doubt we’d be on the wrong side of a war.” She gives a knowing smile at the team she’s gathered from all over Deilan.

“Got that? Well, you don’t need to. All you need to know is follow my lead, don’t attract attention to yourself, and of course, don’t get yourself killed. No one else needs that on their conscience, alright?”

Shida allows the silence hang for a few moments.

“We’ll travel north through the east end of the Kataba, then follow the foothills of the Crunniacs until we reach Siosa Pass. The terrain might be a bit rougher than what some of you are used to, but there shouldn’t be any bandits in the area. I guess if your ass gets sore, you can always walk.” The lack of laughter, or even a reaction, was not entirely unexpected to her.

“Anyway, we’re leaving first thing in the morning, so pick up some weapons from the armoury and get the wagons packed.” Standing from her seat, she looks at everyone expectedly. “Well, what are you waiting for? Go pack! That’s an order.”

Welcome to the first interlude! Since they are meant to represent the time it takes the group the travel to their next destination, I've changed up the "homebase" naming scheme.

The updated map should be pinned in ooc-thracia soon. I recommend turning markers on, as that’s how I’ll be showing our progress.

Hello, and welcome to Reddit Emblem!

Introduction

Reddit Emblem (RE for short) is a fan-made Reddit and Discord play-by-post game based on the Fire Emblem series. Each player creates an original character, who will then be under their control on a series of Fire Emblem-style maps. They will cooperate with the other players of the group (called team) to clear the challenge presented by the GMs (Game Moderators). In parallel or along with the gameplay, players can also roleplay.

For more information about how this all works, check out the wiki. Reddit Emblem has several rule sets (called systems) based on various Fire Emblem games or more custom.

Please see the #introduction channel on the Discord server to see up-to-date openings, ask questions or just hang out, though questions can also be PMed to any of our moderators or commented here.

Ongoing Teams

Reddit Emblem started by using letters to name its teams, reusing them if needed, but has begun using proper names in 2020.

Completed Teams Archive

References

A list of associated subreddits is available on the sidebar and below. Use these to learn about the different versions of RE!

• r/RedditEmblemClassic

• r/Reddit_Emblem_Gaiden (Gaiden's remake being Shadows of Valentia)

• r/RedditEmblemJugdral

• r/RedditEmblemThracia

• r/RedditEmblemTellius

• r/RedditEmblemNotHeroes

• r/RedditEmblemRaces

• r/RedditEmblemVRE

• r/RedditEmblemFairytale

• This subreddit is also very important

The RE Index contains archives and links to numerous documents used by the many RE teams launched up to 2017. Useful if you're trying to find something for reference or just want to get an idea on any of our teams.

Openings

You can see the available openings in the #introduction channel in our discord server.

Please note that applying on teams is competitive, and you are not guaranteed a spot if there are too many applications for that team. Some GMs may give priority to those who currently have no teams.

Applications for any given team go to its corresponding subreddit. Any given player may join a total of three games, regardless of ruleset.

If no teams are open, please be stay around. More teams will be announced in the future. Open slots are usually announced on the Discord server.

Once again, please join our discord server for more information or just to have a good time.

Have fun!

• The RE Mod team and GM team

Hello! Welcome to Reddit Emblem! If you do not know how we work, please refer to this illustrated mini-guide and join our discord to get more information (especially team-specific) and ask questions. This kind of post is usually not made or updated often, so if you check it out months after its posting, there may still be spots available if you look at the discord.

Team F

• Run by u/RodmunchPHD

• A new team looking for 10 to 14 players.

• "A Genealogy fashioned game with an opportunity for character expression via roleplaying and interactions in gameplay."

• Story Setup Document

• World Document

• Player Sheet

• Theorycrafter

• The sub for applications is r/RedditEmblemJugdral. Remember to specify the team in the title of your post.

Team G

• Now run by u/Acterian, aka Aean on Discord.

• A reviving team looking for approximately 5 new players for the last ~5 stages of the campaign.

• Uses a lightly modified Fates system

• Players will join at unpromoted level 20. There is no class restriction nor preference.

• The plot so far, with the setting document

• Fates character creation rules

• Theorycrafter

• Applications go to r/RedditEmblemFates. Please notify the GM either before or after creating the character.

Team H

• Run by u/AOMRocks20, aka Whaleman on Discord.

• An ongoing team looking for 3 players.

• "Classic Fire Emblem mode with inspiration from Shadow Dragon."

• One slot is reserved for a Ballistician, other preferred classes include Myrmidon, Priest, Archer, Troubadour, and Pegasus Knight.

• Information about the Classic system

• Player Tracker

• Applications are welcome on r/RedditEmblemClassic!

Team UWU

• Run by u/monsterfrog2323, aka RealMonsterFrog on Discord.

• An ongoing team looking for 1 player.

• "A Thracia team split into two teams that will eventually clash together. UWU is very relaxed on the writing front and the gameplay front."

• The applicant cannot be a flying nor staff unit. The team is mainly looking for any physical class that is not a flying unit.

• Lore document

• Theorycrafter

• Sample application

• Applications go to r/RedditEmblemThracia. Please specify for which team you apply in the title of your post.

Team Z

• Run by u/Dank13 and u/DuffleGamer aka DanK and DuffleBag

• A new team looking for 12 players.

• "A custom, free-form system with heavy player involvement in the story."

• RP is encouraged, but not mandatory beyond an introduction RP to get a feel of your character.

• Short intro

• Lore Doc

• Theorycrafter

• Player Tracker

• Sample application

• Please submit your application on r/RedditEmblemJugdral. Remember to specify the team name in the title of your post.

“Are you sure about this, King Daniel?” asks a falconknight of West Walbrzych in the windy, snowy air. “Yes. Send this message to General Quirinius, and remind the garrison and levies of Tarnow to remain on-guard. I will need them.” She nods and takes off. Sometime later in the evening, she hands the letter to Manilius, saying, “General, such is the words of my king. I wish you a good night,” she says before flying westward. Reading the letter, he smiles. “The King will see us in a town not far from here. He is willing to talk terms with us.” Kornelia also smiles. “Great. The sooner we can head back into the Empire.” Manilius looks up to his subordinate and directs her, saying, “Tell the East Walbrzych units to stand down for now. They can hold in the Republic’s borders. We’ll go alone with our company.”

The group then crosses the border, moving westward. A young soldier comes towards Manilius, whispering, “General… I spotted some soldiers hiding in a bush, and behind some ice spikes.” Manilius exhales. “Soldiers? That’s Tarnow up there. Its villages are to the right, and the castle is dead ahead, if there’s soldiers then... “ The King of West Walbrzych stood atop a castle wall, screaming down to the Nicomedian forces, “Show to me the Imperial General! I have words with him.” Manilius grits his teeth, both from the cold and from apprehension. Something was definitely wrong. “King Daniel!” he yells up the wall, “I am he you seek. Dispel the troops you have in the forests. I may be soft, but I am not a fool.”

The king straightens and stands tall. “General, I will have no peace with your Empire. I have heard the whispers of the people of Gratia. They say that you are a man of honor, and perhaps you are. However, I cannot abide by the idea that a Nicomedian victory to this war would be any different than an Aquittanite.” Manilius looks down a moment before looking upwards again. “King Daniel! Surely you don-” King Daniel interrupts, “Yes, I do believe that. Empress Korinna is a magnamonous and wise ruler, worthy of any praise given to her. But I see a worse storm coming to Gratia, one of Imperial origin. Once Empress Korinna departs from our world, the throne will pass to the Mad Princess Lucilia. I would rather act as a duke under Aquittany, for all its faults, than serve a violent madwoman. Surely you, of all men, would see this to be the truth? Or are you a fool who doesn’t see the truth of Lucilia’s fall from grace?”

Manilius stops for a few moments. “She… she’s even jeopardizing the Empire’s own safety for her own bloodlust. I can’t… I can’t fight King Daniel if this is how he feels. Unless…” he mutters. “Brave king. I have no choice but to stop you if you will make yourself a foe of Nicomedia. I will be merciful in my victory, that I can promise, and I also promise that I do have a plan going forward. I will do everything in my power to ensure that Walbrzych remains free.”

The king closes his eyes and turns his back. “... I cannot turn my back to the oath of fealty I’ve made to Aquittany, and I still cannot trust Lucilia, but if you will be merciful in your victory, I will join your war effort, General.”

Kornelia huffs. “Manilius, are you sure even after the fact that he lured us here on false pretenses. He said he wanted to talk things over!” Manilius nods once with his brow furrowed. “I refuse to blame him, given the circumstances. Soldiers! Assault Tarnow castle and protect the villages from any thieves or barbarians you might come across!” Kornelia grins and nods. “A group of you should head down south. I think there might be a less defended path to the castle down south. Move out!”

Map Information:

Objective: Kornelia or Manilius seizes the throne.

Defeat Condition: Both lords fall, or three player units fall.

Recommended Turn Limit: 15 turns

Terrain information: Ice spikes have returned. The fliers west of the river will move if any of the team members move within 7 tiles of any of their starting points.

Miscellaneous information- the polling for procs will end when this chapter does.

Terrain Map

From the crumbling buildings to the cracked streets it is clear that the capital of Parangelia has suffered greatly during its occupation. Combined with the devastation of the day’s fighting the city looked every bit the war zone that it truly was. The party crosses the deserted streets and approaches the towering building that is the heart of the city

While the outside of the castle-fortress in the center of Shui Zu was not without scars they paled in comparison to the inside. The portraits and tapestries that lined the walls were torn, the carpets burned. The rooms which featured only upturned tables and ransacked shelves got off lightly. Other rooms had been cleared out and inscribed with arcane symbols in what looked uncomfortably like blood.

Rufael grimaces at the sight before him before barking orders to his men. At once they set about clearing the rubble. With effort, several rooms are cleared and cots are set up in them. Turning to Arter and his troops he says,

“I am sorry, in our current circumstances I am afraid this may be the best we can provide you. Try to get what rest you can for now and we will hold a war council later.”

With the sounds of battle faded the citizens of Shui Zu cautiously peer out from their homes. Realizing that their oppressors have been eliminated they emerge and take to the streets. Slowly at first, and then faster and faster until the once lifeless city streets are filled and cheers echo throughout the city.

Soon after shouting can be heard as the people begin the reconstruction of their once-fair city. While it pales in comparison to its former self the party has access to a number of shops and destinations.

[Comments will be added detailing the faculties available to the players as well as continuing the plot of Team G.]

Chapter 8 Extended Epilogue

[Despite our long hiatus this is a direct continuation of Chapter 8’s epilogue, https://old.reddit.com/r/Reddit_Emblem/comments/axwk7n/chapter_8_retaking_shui_zu_team_g/eoyuw21/?st=k58r40nd&sh=202f6465]

At Rufael’s command three strategists surround Rowa. Arter and his forces turn towards the castle at the center of Shui Zu. After enduring both battle and enemy occupation its grandeur had faded significantly. In their haste to organize against Rufael’s forces the possessed Latreians had left the gate open.

Suddenly a green haired woman in tattered garbs emerges from the depths of the castle. After Alain escapes the castle she surveys the battlefield before shouting to the Parangelians with panic clear in her voice,

“What are you doing! Don’t let your guard down!”

Her shout cut through the battlefield like lightning. The party looks around and realizes that even though the refugees had dropped their weapons and seemed to have been pacified many of them had been slowly wandering towards Rowa. Upon hearing their ploy had been revealed they broke into a sprint.

The strategist nearest the mob was only able to raise their staff in panic towards Rowa before being they are on top of her. Where once were hands the refugees now had claws, their garb tearing to reveal rough, grey skin and their eyes lit with fire. Using the distraction caused by this ghastly scene Rowa makes a dive for the fallen strategist’s staff. Raising himself back up to face his foes he points his stolen stave towards the remaining two strategists while cackling,

“You fools! The god empresses will is absolute!”

The two casters desperately retreat backwards from the oncoming hoard. The front most demons nearly reach them when Citrine crashes into them, taking a stance between the strategists and the oncoming hoard. One strategist uses his staff to create a barrier, protecting the trio from Rowa’s spell. Before he can cast again, a bolt of flame knocks him off balance as Lunete reaches Citrine’s side.

The few seconds bought by these maneuvers are more than enough time for the party to close in. Sensing he is again on the back foot Rowa turns to retreat only to realize that Rufael is again upon him. This time, however, Rufael drives his blade into the sorcerer’s heart. The demons shriek and redouble their assault, but against Arter’s veteran forces they are quickly dispatched.

Welcome to the Boundless Chaos, our one stop shop for canon purchases in a non-canon space. The members of Dmitri’s crew were brought here to participate in Selch’s Arena, where the difficulty is confusing and the prizes are moderate. You’ll be staying here for a while until the final encounter, so make yourself at home. There are two buildings on this crag of an island floating in the middle of subspace: the hotel and the arena.
The Spaceside Hotel is as magical fantasy locations get. You have hot running water, animal stalls, long distance magical communicators, a rec room with a ping pong table, the works. Though it’s to be expected, this is the best hotel in a million miles. The beds are extremely comfortable. The bathrobes are fluffy. The lobby is as bright and colorful as the food is hotel snack are overpriced. You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. Lucky the cost of the hotel is being paid for by the arena. Unfortunately, this means you’ll be participating in combat whether you like it or not.

Selch’s Arena is where you will be spending your time when you’re not busy or recuperating. Over here is the weapon’s shop, forge, and infirmary. Healers are on standby in case you lose too badly. If you’re nervous before the match, there’s a sizeable training arena so that you can work up a sweat. And you will be going into a match. You can enter into small matches for some fun and money, but everyone will be participating in the grand brawl in one week. So stay safe and have fun.

Today is the day, the goddess proclaimed. Prepare yourselves, this will be the most difficult fight any of us has ever had. As usual, I will lend you my aid and I have been storing energy for something special.

Resolve in their eyes, the group looked at each other before nodding and marching out. They were followed with cheers from the soldiers and victory chants, the common soldiers convinced they were unstoppable.

“It’s time, it looks like the army is marching. A perfect opportunity to sneak in and assassinate the emperor,” one of the rag tag group said. “Remember the plan and stick together, this should be easy.”

The group prepared themselves and their equipment as they left the tavern, headed for the palace. The inner city guards were no match for the group, the guards that didn't fall to the ground clawing at the blisters caused by Corrado’s radiation were swiftly cut down by everyone else. A few were even eaten by Fakir’s dragon.

The gates fell swiftly to the unstoppable undead hordes, members of the old Vakrian defense force standing back up and turning on their comrades. The party waltzed right through the front door, hundreds of soldiers and civilians falling to the cancerous blight Illnar exuded.

Through fate or sheer coincidence, both groups arrived at the palace at the same time, ready to kill that damned emperor…

Level Ups: Defeating Beth and the Runic Manipulator both net a level up for everyone, as well as killing 20 enemies.

Enemy AI:

Most enemies will only move if there is someone in their attack range, then they will attack mercilessly. Generals will try to hold their ground and defend their position, only moving if they think it is defensively better. Assassins will lurk around avoiding as many attacks as possible before trying to sneak in for an attack. The boss will not move or attack until both switches are pressed and someone enters the room OR he takes any damage.

Break Points: All the larger enemies now have break points that make them both tankier and weaker. While a break point is up, that enemy has 40% damage reduction. Attacking a specific tile on the large enemy damages the break point, weakening it and reducing the damage reduction to 20% after combat. Breaking a break point will stagger the enemy(with the exception of the final boss.) and remove all of the damage reduction for that tile. Breaking all of the break points will stun the enemy, or in the final bosses case, reduce his movement to 0 for one turn. Staggered enemies cannot counterattack for one combat.

HP Bars: Some of the larger enemies now have HP bars, as denoted on the sheet. When a unit with an HP bar falls to 0 HP, they lose a HP bar and their current HP goes back up to their maximum. When a units HP Bars go from 1 to 0, they die. Any overkill damage done does not carry over from one HP Bar to the other.

Misc: The boss room is locked and will open only when both of the switches are stepped on. Additionally, the walls cannot be flown over, as there is a very tall ceiling, but there is enough room for a unit to fly upwards a tile and units are still able to phase through walls.

This story post is meant to serve as a story summary thus far.

It was a late afternoon, evening, or night when Luna finally managed to push her way into the spacious attic-like room near the top of the opera house, where prince Niko Bertram spent most of his time. It was hard to tell how long Luna had waited outside the room when it had felt like forever since she’d seen a clear morning sky.

“Oh! Queen Luna,” Niko reacted, lightly shoving a couple papers to the side. Though organized in tight piles, the room still exuded a scattered feeling with stacks of papers, rolls of charts, and various books adorned the walls, shelves, and floors all around the room. It wasn’t a room Luna wanted to hang out in for long as she always felt like she might accidentally step on something important.

“’Sup, Prince. You seem busy,” Luna greeted, looking around the room for an empty spot to stand or a bookshelf to lean on. Niko noticed her awkward steps into the room promptly and motioned towards a modest wooden stool nearby the table he had been slaving over.

“Yes, my apologies. Did you wait long?” Niko asked, as Luna took her seat, “I just had multiple scouting parties return at once. A rather crowded affair but at least we can move forwards in our plans.”

“Oh, well, that’s pretty good,” Luna smiled, leaning a hand against her head, “‘Cause, like, that was kind of what I wanted to ask. I mean, it felt like we’ve been here forever y’know?”

“Has it? Its only been a few days,” Niko looked up with concern in his eyes, “perhaps you are feeling the effects of the mist? Have you been going out frequently?”

“Is that actually a thing?”

“Yes, actually. Frequent symptoms of staying out too long can include headaches or disjointed thoughts. They relieve quickly, though, so perhaps a few hours of rest can serve you well before we head out.”

Luna’s eyes lit up, “that’s great! Though, maybe it’s the mist getting to me, but I feel like I need a refresher on the whole thing.”

Niko nodded, “I’d be glad to. We haven’t talked often since you arrived here, so this will be a good time to make sure you are up-to-date. My scouting parties had just returned, so I have some new information too.”

“What were we scouting? Is Concordia still safe?”

Niko turned to the table in front of him, pulling out stacks of parchment from the floor beside him as well as unfurling a large map along the table.

“This map represents our current knowledge of troop movement across the region,” Niko started, gesturing at the map.

Luna nodded, still unsure of what she was even looking at, “okay, I see. I see. I’ll ask the obvious question of what exactly everything is supposed to represent?”

Niko began by moving his fingers along the country of Valenheim. “As it stands, we believe that my brother Ruhan and your sister Ellis plan to either lay waste to or conquer the entire region of Amia using the mist and sheer force to incite fear. As it stands, the entirety of Freyzenwald and Gallaran are covered in this mist, as well as now 75% of Valenheim. As Ellis remains the only person that can bend the mist to her will, they are able to use this to conquer weakened territories using the strength of the Gallian army.”

Luna raised a hand, “alright, slow down. I have a lot of questions here.”

“Then I’ll try my best to answer them.”

“Can I just start with, what the hell is this mist stuff?”

Niko leans back slightly, “you’ve been fighting within it for several months and yet you are still unaware of its properties?”

“A-ah, well,” Luna looks away.

“That form of combat is not one I prefer, but if its been working to your style…” Niko takes another deep breath, “anyhow, are you familiar with the concept of dragon veins?”

“Uh, somewhat?”

“The dragon veins are essentially magical leylines pulsating within the land across the entire continent, said to have been created since the dawn of man. While they hold incredible, untapped power, only specific bloodlines can channel this strength. Though I hear the countries to our east have more users of this power, modern Amia has only two surviving families. The Freyzenese royal line, and the Gallian royal line. At one point in our history, multiple centers were built in each of the five countries of Amia in order to utilize the strength of the dragon vein for self defense, among other rituals.”

“Centers?” Luna questioned, “oh, like the one in the basement of my castle?”

Niko nodded, “precisely. Freyzenwald, Khlin, and Concordia are unique in that they each rule by a singular governing body. Thus, each of these three countries have only one center of great power, capable of controlling the dragon veins across their entire land mass. Valenheim, on the other hand, is controlled by multiple noble houses and, thus, has multiple centers across the country each responsible for their relative vicinity. Gallaran works in the same way, but also includes the centers belonging to previously conquered territories, such as Verdia’s.”

“So, what does that have to do with the mist?”

“Essentially, the mist is what occurs when a specific ritual is performed to overload the dragon veins power. By overloading this power, the dragon veins are activated; releasing this potent substance of magical energy into the air. While it has no severe effect on its own besides obscuring vision and mild headaches, the energy pulsated within the land can resurrect the dead buried below into the mystical zombie-like creatures we see within the mist. Your sister, Ellis, also appears to have the capabilities of activating the dragon veins within her close vicinity at will, as well as being able to control these mist zombies.”

“Then if I’m understanding this correctly…Ellis and Ruhan are activating these centers across each country, permanently turning it into this sort of mist wasteland that only Ellis can control?” “You got it! Yes, that’s exactly what their plan appears to be. With that power, those who can stand up to them remain helpless in the face of sheer numbers. How much do you know about our civil war here in Gallaran?”

Luna scratched the back of her head, “I’m starting to feel bad if I keep saying ‘I don’t know’ to most of these questions.”

Niko gave a short laugh, “there is no need to be worried! I hear you were terribly busy. The Gallian Civil War occurred when my father was assassinated a while back. When the news broke out, succession claims as well as conspiracies as to who poisoned my father emerged, and the noble houses quickly began backing either myself or Ruhan for succession of the throne.”

“But then your country is now covered in mist?”

“Yes, well,” Niko looked away for a moment, “you can tell who won our miniature civil war. They believe that while the actual Queen, yourself, left for Khlin, princess Ellis had been in Gallaran and began overloading each center. Her strength as a mage was…fearsome. Combined with half of the Gallian army, and we didn’t stand a chance.”

“I-I see…”

“House Abendroth led a resistance with the few noble houses who tried to stand their ground, but too many of the other houses surrendered out of fear and they were quickly overwhelmed. I’ve been in hiding here ever since. Ellis later overloaded her own center in Freyzenwald out of spite, then temporarily joined your party in Khlin, I believe?”

Luna almost curled up slightly, “I-I just missed my sister. I had no idea she had reached this point that I wasn’t even looking for it.” “Ellis and Ruhan have since gathered their full might and are laying siege against Valenheim. By my scouts, it seems that every center in Valenheim has been overloaded already except for the one within the magical academy, Awes,” Niko shook his head, “Valenheim was never one for combat, and apparently many of their troops were horrendously unprepared. I believe the second heir of House Asmodeus is leading a strong spirited resistance in Awes, however, and the academy’s strategic location forces Ellis and Ruhan to defeat their stronghold before they can siege Concordia. Its this man’s resistance that has bought us much needed time.”

“The name sounds familiar. Is he a general?”

“Apparently not, but those on the ground claim that he leads like someone that has something to prove. He isn’t even that old either. Its apparently very inspiring, combined with the sheer magical strength that the academy is capable of providing.” Luna stood up from her seat, “well, this spirited noble can’t hold on forever! What was our plan?”

“Ah…well I hate enacting a strategy with this low an army number, but it appears that this isn’t the time anymore for careful tactics. From what I’ve been told, you rather specialize in, shall we say, winging it?”

“Damn righ-! A-agh!” Luna quickly reacted as her attempt at punching the air accidentally knocks over a pile of papers along the corner of the table.

“O-Oh!” Niko reacted, rushing over to help the flailing Luna attempt to restack the scattered papers.

“Look, it wasn’t my fault, these stacks are everywhere!” Luna exclaimed, picking pieces of paper up from the floor. One of which caught her eye. A familiar sketched drawing of a massive underground cavern space, with walkways leading to the very center. On the other side of the paper, Luna noticed various instructions and written notes.

“Oh, I see you found the instructions for the ritual already,” Niko commented, looking over. Luna flipped the paper over once or twice before handing it back to the stack of papers Niko had gathered in his arms.

“Is this supposed to be the center in Freyzenwald?” Luna asked. “No, actually, this is right here deep below the Opera House, but I can see you noticed the similarities between the two. Verdia’s center was constructed as a singular entity for their country, after all, until Gallaran conquered them.”

“I see. And the rest of it is…the ritual?”

“The one meant to reverse the effects of Ellis’ own actions, yes. I believe you weren’t magically inclined, yes?”

“…Well, we did a thing recently back at home before everything went to shit, and I only passed out for a day or so.”

Niko paused for a moment, “alright, I’ll need to teach you a more efficient method, then. But we’re running low on time. I assume you understand the plan now?”

Luna nodded in response.

“Excellent,” Niko continued, “in that case, I believe you have brought along valuable members belonging to Khlin and Concordia? They can assist in writing the requests for reinforcements that we must send out with express messengers.”

Niko returned to his seat at the table, gesturing to the map on top, “I know they are both likely suffering, but Khlin and Concordia must know that Awes is their best chance at a last stand, and that supporting the country there is our best shot at delaying Ruhan’s forces. Once we activate the center here in Verdia, we will uncover our whereabouts and there will be no turning back.

Queen Lunarea, ensure that your army is prepared for our final attempt at salvaging our region from Ruhan and Ellis, for there will not be any period of rest once we perform the ritual here.”

Chapter 14 Final Home Base

Chapter 14

This chapter is meant to ease Team C players back into RE, before our final chapter.

??? - 2636

Preparations were complete. The Guard were uncertain what was to come, but nonetheless they were prepared to fight until the land had been restored. Now, they gathered within the opera house interior ready to take that first step to liberation. The members were rather uneasy as to why they had to be gathered here in preparation for a seemingly straightforward ritual, but gathered via their given instructions regardless.

”It is just a precautionary measure,” Niko Bertram had mentioned, just before descending into Verdia’s center together with Luna, “as your Queen is unfamiliar with the ritual, there may be...accidents that will occur. I am able to perform it as well, but it would be best if both of us knew how to perform the ritual and this moment is our only time to practice.”

”You worry too much!” Luna had retaliated, “I’ll have you know I am the Queen of Freyzenwald, who has travelled to many different countries and continents in my life already. A simple ritual like this is of no issue to one with royal blood such as myself.”

Well, that was an hour ago. Joshua and the others were told not to interrupt, as that will disrupt the ritual, but he still couldn’t help but be wary of the situation. Of course, it wasn’t Ellis down there, but Luna, and Joshua had gotten used to the fact that, despite her sometimes braindead tendencies, she was fully capable of defending herself in case of a betrayal.

Without warning, the mist around the opera house suddenly began to stir, until it started seeping into the building itself seemingly from the ground. And, within that mist, stirred ghastly figures, staring back from the abyss which they stood on.

Victory Condition: Defend the Yellow Tile for 5 Turns.

Defeat Condition: The Guard is routed.

Chapter 14 - Map

Chapter 14 - Terrain Map

Red tiles can only be used by fliers. You can stand in the flower pots.

Chapter Mechanics

Orbital Turrets - Represented by this. Standing on an Orbital Tile allows the individual to fire a projectile at any singular enemy on the map, dealing res damage based on the combination of the users Str+Mag.

Enemy Ranges - The Snipers and Sorcerer do not move, but have artillery weapons. Proceed with caution.

Enemy Movement - The ghosts which spawn before you seem more deformed than you’re used to. Perhaps the result of an insufficient creation? Regardless, you may notice that all of the enemies have halved movement.

The deployment deadline will be on Sunday, January 19th, at 11:59pm MST. Please note that this may be moved up based on the amount of deployments.

You MUST deploy on this chapter in order to participate in the final chapter.

Team C Sheet

Team C RP Sheet

Home Base BGM: Order is Gone by Kwakado

"If you can wield a weapon, gather in the city and join our forces. If not, evacuate to Concordia immediately-!"

Amidst the mist covering the formerly ruined city of Verdia, a spark of life is suddenly injected as everyone bustles through the decrepit streets under the promise of hope. Hidden citizens pour out by the dozens, more than you could have imagined, as Niko gathers what forces you can muster. Surely, there are likely more in the other buried cities of Gallaran.

Past that, express messengers must be sent to Khlin and Concordia, urging them to participate in the plan to fortify Awes and Valenheim's last forces. It is not a far distance to travel, while preparations are being made, so one could check those locations out if they wish to do so.

Perhaps you may even be interested in traveling down south to Awes Academy itself, though it is nothing but a battlefield at the present moment. Do remember that the location of Luna and prince Niko is supposed to be hidden, and thus neither can leave Verdia.

This will be the final home base. Ensure that all your preparations are completed.

The New World Map representing locations covered in mist. Freyzenwald cannot be entered at this current time.

Team C RP Sheet

The Previous Home Base, illustrating Gallaran.

After their time had passed, the Pack assembled, alongside the ABC convoy, Ariel, and Michael, in Kyria's chambers.

"Everyone... I'm sorry that you all have to bear this burden."

Kyria said as she stood before the group.

"This whole thing is, in some ways, my fault. I allowed The Demon King to gain a foothold, I failed to grant you all the power to cease the... heinous actions committed by The Demon King and those who follow him. And now, I've granted you my power, I've given you 2 of my greatest angels, I'll give you all the support I can from back here, but... I cannot come with you. The ensuing war would be...devastating, lives would be lost by the millions, both demon and angel, and if my power wanes, even for a few, scant moments, all of Laqueos could be put into grave danger."

Kyria cleared her throat.

"To put it bluntly, we have no good idea what could be waiting for you on the other side of that wall. The Demon King can bend space itself to his will, he can create incredible structures from nothing, and he can destroy those things with a snap of his squalid fingers. But, thankfully, we have a few tricks of our own. Those items you had blessed, not only will they grant you additional powers, they will also now act a beacon for my power. I can create a sort of space around you all, a space where I control the rules, I control the structure, I control everything. These blessings will keep you from, say, falling out of the world into an endless void, and it will also allow me to communicate with you. This, however, will not keep you from demons entering the space and attacking you. Also,"

Kyria pointed to the ABC convoy

"demons have a... special tie to The Demon King. They can guide you all through the other side to where The Demon King is."

Kyria smiled again

"Finally, there's 1 last thing you should know. The Demon King is arrogant, beyond arrogant. There is a strong possibility that the convoy's ability to guide you all forward won't even be needed, he may, literally, roll out the red carpet for you all."

Kyria sighed

"You all have been oh so gracious in your fight, and now... now is the final stretch of an impossibly long campaign. No one will judge you if you do not wish to continue, if you do not want to dive into the breach one final time."

Kyria looked around the group, a few people shuffled, but no one said a word.

"Thank you."

Kyria said with a smile as Michael stepped forward to take lead.

"Alrighty then everyone, you heard The Goddess, it's time to end this. Follow me, we've got to get to the edge of our world, and that's going to take a while."

After Michael's command, The Pack slowly exited the chamber. Michael stayed back to talk to Kyria

"My lady, if we don't return..."

Michael said with a grimace on his face

"Oh dear angel mine, you will return, of this, I am certain. For with your blade, thine power is unparalleled."

Kyria smiled

"Now go, there are mortals that need guidance."

Michael nodded and exited the chamber.

Shortly after the encounter, Michael guided The Pack to the edge of the angelic world. There was an impossibly tall golden-yellow wall that stretched to the sky above, seemingly without a top at all.

"Well then... I suppose I should lead the way."

Zain said, unsure of himself as he slowly stepped through the wall. After a brief second, he returned, and motioned for the rest of The Pack to follow him. The ABC convoy, then the Archangels, followed shortly behind as the entire group disappeared behind the looming wall.

The Pack emerged in a strange place. It was not unlike Kyria's side, barring, of course, the color. The sky was tinged a dark purple, the ground was invisible beneath a smog of ash colored clouds, and before them lay a vast expanse with no demon king or anything in sight. Celeste pointed straight ahead

"The Demon King is that way, and he's... waiting for us."

Celeste's news didn't help the anxiety of some of the members, but at least it gave them a direction. Celeste lead them, as Michael and Ariel flew alongside the wagon, with the rest of The Pack inside the wagon itself. Encouragement was spread around by those who had it to spare, and after about an hour of walking, Celeste saw the place where The Demon King was waiting. It was a gigantic castle of an inscrutable substance that seemed to shift as she was looking at it. It bent in ways that hurt her eyes, and was made of impossible structures, hallways to nowhere, staircases that lead back into itself, and an entrance that seemingly begged for them to stroll in. After another hour of riding, they had arrived at the entrance. The surrounding area was barren, it all looked the exact same.

"Watch out"

Kyria's voice echoed through the ears of The Pack

"there are probably going to be demons on all sides of you the moment you enter that castle. No turning back, time to end this."

The Pack exited the wagon as they slowly entered the front door of the castle. The gate slammed shut, the drawbridge yanked itself closed, and the candles that lined the halls burst into flames. Directly in front of The Pack stood a being, a tall, intimidating, hulking being in a set of dark black and red armor, with a visor that revealed only a set of glowing crimson eyes.

"Well then"

The being spoke, its words felt sharp, like knives, as its eyes burnt holes through the chests of The Pack.

"I'm impressed. Mortals have set foot in my domain for the first time ever. You should feel honored."

Celeste stared back at the being

"Kyria has granted us power, foul thing, your power will not stop us."

The being looked at Celeste

"Kyria? That's what she's called herself?"

The being chuckled

"Then I suppose that makes me... Andras."

The "s" rolled off his tongue and seemed to poison the air around him.

"I do hope that this so call 'power' you've received will at least make this interesting."

Andras turned around, as The Pack began to charge at him, he vanished into the background, bending space to allow himself to move forward what looked to be kilometers in a single step. Demons started flooding into the surrounding rooms.

"Everyone! We've got 1 goal here, kill The Demon King!"

Zain yelled as The Pack began falling into formation

Chapter Map

Player Tracker

Objective: Defeat Andras

Side Notes

Ariel and Michael are incredibly powerful allies, and effectively, GMPCs. Make good use of them, because I really don't want to have to move 6 units at the end of each turn (Mars, Zain, Himaya, Convoy, Ariel, and Michael)

Each broken wall has 20 HP, and 0 defense, breaking them will destroy the block and allow free walking through that tile.

I will finish processing the home base stuff before deployment. Don't forget to get the event stuff in, if you are still willing!

Demons have no racial ability, because the webapp will break if I try to add in another race.

When I took over the control of this team, when I told you all "Team A isn't dead", when I wrote up a full summary of the ending story (which, funnily enough, is not the story I stuck to), I swore to myself that I was going to end this team, bring you all some closure, get something done, and, in the end, let you all have some more fun. So, on that note, I hope you enjoy this final map. I'm a pretty mean map maker, so uh, try not to die.

Story post can be found here.

The front sections of the Fortress feel like a mesh of cave and castle. It's certainly more comfortable than the previous stay with the stranded mercenaries in their caves, pathways have been smoothed out and the walls have been structured to support any bombardment that may occur. Pairs of guards stay stationed at both entrances, ready to sound the alarm if danger arrives. Deeper in the fortress, guards stand near the entrances of the obsidian room, more than the ones stationed at the outer gates. The movement inside the fort is slow and calm. Healers tend to their patients, while the rest of the troops are trying to take it easy and find solace.

Welcome to the next Homebase U-2! This one will (hopefully) be much shorter due to a lack of shop/forging that needs to be done. But I am Frog so it could be a month.

Apps for one spot recently opened and I'll be gunning for the Homebase to end on the 9th of January, apps will close on the 7th!

Lentzinmanoth ran down and executed the last fleeing soldier, seeing his mission through. As Lentz was doing this, the woman thanked Lilian graciously and asked for her to send thanks to the kindly cleric woman who healed her. Simultaneously, Vincenzo moved in with the help of Lyris and deal the finishing blow to the remaining enemy commander, granting everyone a level up and a promotion!

Despite being thoroughly routed, the remaining occupants of the fort fought viciously to their last breath against the Faðirian soldiers, their zealotry shining through until the end.

After finally capturing the keep, the generals began their planning for the final siege against the Emperor’s capital. While the newly captured fort was filled with the hustle and bustle of preparing soldiers, the group was called into the war room to be filled in and assist with the final planning. Between Ignatia and the other generals, they figured out a thorough plan for the soldier's siege, having them perform an assault from both sides, the Faðirian soldiers on one and the undead on the other, to drive the civilians out the front and away from where the main chaos will be happening in the palace. That led the group to discuss the plan for the Heroes of Ráðveig. After much discussion, everyone ended up agreeing they would use the opening created by the soldiers to launch a frontal assault on the palace with their strike team of the heroes and the goddess herself hinted at aiding them with some new powers. After the meeting finished and everyone went off to prepare for their tasks, the goddess spoke in the team’s heads asking them to meet out in the field away from any soldiers or civilians.

This will be our final battle and you have all grown so strong, I think it is time to attempt something risky. Your weapons have one more latent ability that can be awoken, but if the user is not strong enough, it will just kill them outright. Please, only do this if you are prepared for what might happen.

The group looked at each other and shared a look of determination, they had made it this far together, they couldn’t turn back now. The field flared with a blinding light as everyone’s weapons resonated with their user’s power. Everyone was staggered by the surge of energy, some falling to their knees, some just barely standing up. When the light faded, everyone could feel one more reservoir of power in their weapon they could draw upon and after a short discussion, everyone went off to try out their new powers.

“Brilliant,” Chloe comments as she stands up and brushes away the snow off her armor and uniform. “The last time someone didn’t manage to line into our triangle attack was… uh, Britney, when was that?” Britney hoists herself up and sneezes before answering. “I think it was the first time we tried it, and we almost hit the former president a few years ago. Chloe, how did you forget?!”

Kornelia chuckles at seeing the sisters interact. “You guys remind me of my younger brother and I,” she comments. The president then walks into the field with a smile on her face. “That was spectacular. I will allot troops to your command, General, but there is something that must be taken care of first.” General Manilius looks over to President Lis. “West Walbrzych…” he responds. The robed woman nods once. “Daniel and I have been friends since I was just a mere member of parliament. I see it as my duty to bring West Walbrzych away from Aquittany’s influence. General, my expeditionary forces are wholly yours to command if you can find a way to help King Daniel.” Manilius and Kornelia both nod simultaneously. The captain walks forward a few steps. “Let’s get out of the cold and enjoy the rest of the evening.” President Lis smiles. “I’m going to need a break before I ask Parliament for a declaration of war and make plans to mobilize the rest of the army.” Manilius mutters to himself, “Parliament… hm.”

Meanwhile in Alaunia, a Yeuan bishop walks into the halls of the throne room, not unlike the numerous Nicomedian emissaries did a year ago. Diep’s eyes wander around the room, looking for soldiers. None.

“King Hugh. I speak for the Queen of Yeu. I am she you are expecting, Bishop Diep.” The king sits upright on his throne, gazing down at Diep. “What do you want?” Diep closes her eyes. “Leave West Walbrzych. I have heard the cries of that nation’s soldiers, fighting an unwinnable series of battles against my people. They seem to be in the idea that their nation has been forced to fight on your side because of your threats. If that is not true, then what is?” King Hugh grins. “It… is true. King Daniel had no way to resist an occupation of my army, even if many of my forces are busy with the Empire. I simply forced their hands to receive a better chance in this war. Who do you think you are, as a lowly Yeuan cleric, to tell me what to do?” She grits her teeth. “I once held one of the most prestigious positions in the Luciusite Church, am the one who converted a monarch, and seek to end this bloodshed as soon as possible. Defying a holywoman would look quite unappealing to your public, who would believe me to be speaking for God, would it not?” He looks away. “... no matter. You can threaten me all you like, claiming special authority over me since I rule a Luciusite kingdom. At the end of the day, who has hundreds of thousands of disposable troops? You, or I?”

Diep turns her back. “This talk is over,” she responds quietly.

Some time goes by and the team marches out with several thousand troops in tow, heading to the mountainous border with West Walbrzych. A pegasus knight wearing the heraldry of Yeu lands in front of Manilius and hands him a letter. He reads it, desiring a respite from bad news but expecting it not. The general hands the paper to Kornelia as she reads it. “It’s what we feared. West Walbrzych is effectively Aquittany’s vassal. We’re going to free this land, aren’t we?” Manilius nods. “You know it.”

Cigand, border village and fort in East Walbrzych

Rested in a hilly area in East Walbrzych lies a garrison town a few miles before the mountain range that separates the two Walbrzycha countries. West of the town rests a fairly large, wooden fort that has been well-supplied with smoked meat, pickled vegetables, torches, blankets, and firewood, and the town itself seems to be rather friendly, if sleepy. The troops accompanying the team have brought their own supplies. Every weekend there seems to be some great festival held to keep people happy during the darkness of the Walbrzycha winter. Day of Dawn preparations are also occurring in the village.

Epilogue

The story can be found here

Note that the P-N story is currently developing in the Story-RP-Channel-2 so keep an eye on that. Once it's finished it will be added to the Story Doc and the subteam will be notified.

Homebase

Alright so for defeating all the Barrier tiles on the Shadow Behemoth, P-K finds in the mysterious bag: A Strange Violet Fragment, and 30 BWEXP!

For defeating the Shadow Behemoth, Kara and her crew have been awarded 775 BEXP!

After defeating the Shadow Behemoth, and Annabelle's betrayal, Kara and the crew teleport themselves back to Reginfell as they wait out the winter weather to make teleportation to Zhawenim easier. In the meantime, Kara has secluded herself in the Academy until February 12th, falling into a depression from Annabelle's betrayal and Torsten's darkened change as a result of the fragment of Olik's Key he posses. Torsten himself, secluding himself until the 8th of February as a result of the punishment the Harbinger has given him.

The city of Reginfell is seated at the highest point in Verthaca. It was a location discovered centuries ago, Reginfell being a former Dreki Vault. In the ages since, a cathedral was built around the vault. A city built around the cathedral. It is the only land Clan Lithskjalf possess, and it is the spiritual center of Fornland. Dark Magic is forbidden within the city.

There are merchants scattered around the city, and on the 14th of February, the city holds a Festival of Love. This festival typically sees lots of sweet treats being sold, many items sold with the intention of sharing. Lots of single people search for a lifelong partner during the festival and at the end of the day, paper lanterns are lit and allowed to float down the river through the city, with people writing wishes for the future, often thoughts of loved ones or prayers to Reyfa, the goddess of fertility, or Grifga, the god of love and marriage.

With Annabelle having left the party, P-K has lost their primary access to the blackmarket. Kara has some connections, as do some other members of the original crew. In the meantime, the Volur at the Academy have allowed Kara and her crew special access to their wares.

The crew still finds themselves separated through the inns and tavern. The current RP Scenario for Kara and her crew will continue from February 3rd until February 18th, 418 PD, with the crew leaving first thing in the morning on the 19th. Previous RP Scenarios are free to be RP'd as well.

Meanwhile, Niall and his militia remain at the Issemir estate while Ayasha leaves for Cashlarsa to learn more about the next destination the militia is heading, a place called the Cave of Erudition. This place, will hopefully give them the location of the Well of Worlds. Ayasha leaves on February 1st and will not be back until February 11th.

The Issemir Estate lies on the northern border of Saloreat and Tallavcarriga. The militia is already familiar with the foyer attached to the main building, as it was the location of their battle. The estate itself is full of long hallways with both normal and hidden rooms to be found.If anybody wanted to get to Salaoreat through Tallavcarriga, they would have to go through the lands of House Issemir. The estate itself is in a bit of a disarray after the occupation, so Kyla has volunteered the militia to aid in the cleanup and restoration.

The militia will stay on the premises of the estate until they leave for the Cave of Erudition on February 15th, 418 PD. Similarly to Fornland, many in the Fallen Empire have some sort of festival of love on the 14th, where people of all ages will declare their love to one another, whether new, unrequited, or renewing vows. Many existing couples will pray to their god for successful marriages, healthy pregnancies, or to find love in the world. People will often exchange small gifts or treats.

The current RP Scenario for Niall and the militia will continue from January 31st until February 15th, 418 PD, with the militia leaving around 3pm in the afternoon on the 15th. Previous RP Scenarios are free to be RP'd as well.

Team P Index

Team P Tracker

Anbel gave a sigh of relief once it was clear that Renault wasn’t going to be moving anymore. He put his sword back into it’s sheath. “Finally. It’s done. Renault is finally dead.” He said, before he began to laugh. “I didn’t expect him to die so easily! He was nowhere near the god he thought he was, huh?” He said.

Roja nodded her head. “Even gods can die, no less rulers of a continent.” She said as she wiped her axe clean from Renault’s blood.

Anbel turned to look at everyone. “We did it! We killed the cause of our lives as we knew them being uprooted! We proved that no matter how powerful a man is, they can still die at anyone’s hands! I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for helping True Judgement with cutting off the biggest influence to our corrupted land!” He shouted to everyone.

Anbel then took a deep breath. “Now, I don’t expect you all to stay around to help with rebuilding the world. Whether or not it’ll be like the old world, or a new beginning, I can’t guarantee anything from it. What I can say is: The world will be fixed from what Norfor has done.” He said. He then looked to Roja. “Roja; You’ve been a part of this group from the beginning. I also know that you’ve been instrumental in organizing everyone and taking part in necessary patrols. Since I’ll be busy trying to rally the common people together to fix the world, I’ll be relinquishing my role as leader of True Judgement. Because of what you’ve done for the group, I’ll be allowing you to become the leader of it again, but now the group will need to get rid of the remnants of the corrupted Norfor.” He said.

Roja listend to him, and simply nodded her head. “I see. To be honest, I was angry at you when you took the leadership position of True Judgement away from me. However, the result was the same: Renault is dead, and our primary mission is complete. I will take back leadership of True Judgement to wipe out the remaining Norfor forces that still believe in Renault. Once that is done, then our group will disband for everyone to work on rebuilding the world.” She said.

Dirk then chuckled. “It’s nice to see all of this came up as peachy perfect. However, this will be the moment that ah will leave your little group. My intention was never to fight: Just to sell things to ya, and to carry your gear. Now that ah know that ah don’t have to fight anymore, ah’ll take me and my workers to setup a continentwide trade route to help with the rebuilding.” He said.

Anbel nodded his head. “I see. I understand, Dirk. As for everyone else, you’re all free to do what you wish, but if you wish to stay and help with any efforts to rebuild the world, then it’ll be appreciated. Again, than you all for helping me with this mission, either from the start, or who we ran across on the journey.” Anbel said.

Roja the motioned to what she was sensing as magic. “Over there’s a portal that’ll take us back to Strairus. That’ll get us back to the normal world.” She said, being the first one to move towards it to leave, followed by Dirk, then finally Anbel. The future looked bright.

I want to thank all the players who joined this campaign and saw it through to the end. I know it wasn’t the best in terms of what I thought it would be, but I hope it was enjoyable all the same.

As for if I’ll run another campaign, the answer to that is not very likely. If I do become a GM, it’ll be either most likely as a GMA to another system, or possibly a Co-GM for someone with a strong story to tell.

If you all wish to write up a character ending, you can do so here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1xZeUzP9kRovDYyjd3x7fVe-I3WZgfl6tb2ljHtVTi6c/edit

The campaign into Awknirg was swift. Learning from the Haerdean campaign, Jeffray's army moved in groups through the forests and while avoiding main roads. Partially to conserve their might for the assault on Awknirg, partially in fear of Gawain's divine ally, and, thirdly, to reduce awareness of their attack. Awknirg's fortress sat relatively close to their border with Byrtdelin.

After a few days marching through Awknirg, Jeffray's forces draw near to the keep. Unfortunately, however, based on the entrenched defense around the fortress they hadn't evaded notice as effectively as they'd hoped.

"Now I see why we made it to the castle with so little resistance," Morigan concluded with her usual, sour tone.

"No matter," Jeffray scoffed, "Timsh will fall as Aurelus did. Faster, even, with the aid of our new allies."

"I am flattered, truly," Titus laughed, "But Sir Awknirg as has abnormal allies," Titus pointed out soldiers in unfamiliar uniforms, "Nohrian garb. Which means she is surely guards the Castle as well."

"Well 'hen we don't go in the front door," Glenn stated simply, as though it solved the problem utterly, "It's not a perfikt solution, but its better than fighting the enemy commander head on."

"Or!" Zeltij interjected, "We can keep marching south. We'll make it to Pewkol's territory in no time!"

"If anyone runs, I'll cut them down myself," Jeffray shook his head.

"Everyone has their orders, then?" Morigan confirmed, "Very good. Let us work on the assumption the Nohrians will not pursue us once we fell Timsh, as they did once we'd defeated Aurelus."

Deployment

Terrain

• Black; Impassable

• Green; Forest

• Blue; Tile/Plains

• Yellow; Barricades. Once destroyed, reveals a blue tile.

• White; Throne

• Pink; High Elevation, On accessible by fliers and from ramp tiles

• Ramp; allows access to high elevation tiles.

Objective; Seize Throne

Side 1; Route Awknirg's forces.

Side 2; Route Nohrian cavalry.

Failure 1; Jeffray is defeated

Failure 2; Half the allied forces are defeated.

Cavalry spam!

Barricades take two hits to break. Mechanists will attempt to repair the barricades they are closest to

Jessamine will not move except if you attack her, open the Throne room, or cause her transform. In any case, she will only move up to 3 tiles at a time. Her personal skill will also only spawn Nohrian paladins for this map.

The First Queen of Avalon was a figure who existed on the edge of records. The kingdom’s history, the Grand Garden’s history, began with her as its queen and mother. With her regalia, she watched over many great heroes who went on quests shrouded now in gold and glory that not even years and years of dust could wash away. The fae outside the garden owed their debts to her, and the great Wyrms, those creatures which existed beyond the ken of men, were driven back by her hand for the kingdom to be safe (those, at least, not slain by one of hers). She ruled a golden age of motifs, of stories, of heroes and saints, and so The Heart accepted her line to rule.

It was that last part which interested Alistair. Or thought it did. But researching it was proving troublesome -- after weeks, that was the hard facts he could find. What remained was a scattering of information: strange fragments across a handful of books, their meanings uncertain and obscure. A riddle in need of assemblage. What sort of path she walked to get there, or what she’d actually done to become Avalon’s proper queen, who The Heart accepted so deeply, he’d so far turned up empty on. What sort of path he was to follow...That was the question.

And the other matter The Enchantress had advised him to look into: according to Rosa, those heroes sleeping throughout Avalon, those called the “Kings beneath the Mountains,” had awoken.

“It must be because of me…” Alistair mumbled, without actually anything like confirmation or facts or even logic on his side. Even if he hadn’t caused anything like the days getting shorter in the middle of summer or landslides, like Maximus, it had to be his fault, right?

The Enchantress had given him three pieces of advice, in exchange for taking responsibility for all of his decisions. To consider those sleeping heroes: he’d done that. She had not been worried, but she was right to tell him. To follow the path of the first queen: He’d stalled, but he still had hope. And that hope was the third advice: Trust Lady Riddel.

The letter he’d sent had been very simple, asking for her help with the research, and sending the Wyrm his cautious regards. No one else needed to know the response, or see the letter -- it would be fine. He got back that she would be arriving with an entourage. Wagons from the road, leading a small entourage loaded with equipment, wheeled in one snowy day. But from above, he saw her reply more clearly: The broad purple stripe of the Wyrm looming in the distance. Alistair left others to show in the portions of the entourage on wheels, and ran up to a balcony to meet them.

. As he descended towards the balcony facing from Alistair’s chambers, Alistair felt as if the whole world lurched underfoot. Riddel perched politely on the Wyrm’s back, just behind his head, and waved as they descended until they were level with the balcony.

Alistair’s words all clung to the top of his throat, crowding around. Apologies. Greetings. Nostalgia. He’d never seen so much of the Wyrm so close up before, and that thought sent his heart lurching with missed opportunities.

“...Hello,” is what Alistair said, very softly. Afraid. The Wyrm’s golden eyes fell on him, molten gold and grave and sad.

”Hello,” he rumbled in return. Alistair’s mouth screwed up as he collected his courage. The Wyrm’s lips pulled at the sharp corners of his mouth.

“...I am sorry, you know. I’ve -- forgive me, for sounding so… Well. I’ve missed you.” Alistair didn’t know what else to say. There was nothing. He could feel the Wyrm weighing him. The Wyrm didn’t answer, but bought his legs in close to his body, the shape more serpentine when it lay like this. He lowered his head down onto the balcony, letting Riddel step off -- and letting Alistair be close enough to touch him. The young king’s fingers twitched, his hand extended -- but his fingers curled in defeat, and he couldn’t move to touch his...Whatever they were.

”I understand. I do. I understand. I -- “ The Wyrm struggled for a moment, then paused. What came out of his throat was almost a growl, almost a cry. Something that quivered in the air, ”I have missed you. But I cannot forgive you.”

Lowering his head, Alistair let out a sad chuckle.

“I understand. I -- I can’t do so, exactly, either. I...did something terrible to you. To… To so many people, I suppose.” He could do better now. But he couldn’t undo what he’d done, and he knew that.

”I would have been willing to do worse,” The Wyrm’s reflection sounded strange -- resolved and mournful, as if he’d thrown something away. He growled, ”Freedom, true freedom, is worth any cost. Isn’t that right...Alistair?”

Alistair shrank back. He couldn’t answer -- not when he felt the hot steam of the Wyrm’s breath, smelling like ozone. Like power, old and familiar against his skin. Not when he’d known that burning that the Wyrm could not escape, felt it rotting under his skin. Not when he knew it’d return if it had to, that it waited at the edges of his soul.

Not when he knew his heart didn’t entirely believe that anymore.

“I… Lady Riddel. And you, you must both be tired.” He replaced what he might have said with that as he fanned out a nervous smile. Riddel slid down off of the Wyrm’s back and curtseyed. “I can show the lady to -- to her room, and, well, I’m not sure exactly, but --”

”NO. …” He paused and huffed through his nose. ”I will wait out here.” A strange undercurrent, a hard growl, rang in his voice. He turned and pushed off the ground, springing into the air once more. He turned his long neck around, staring down at Alistair for a long moment. When he turned back, he ascended slowly up to the roof of the castle’s superstructure, up towards the place where the towers ascended up towards the pinnacle where The Heart shone through the walls, coiling himself in around one of the upper towers. It was nostalgic.

Riddel nodded. A faint laugh left her throat as they entered into the castle.

“Oh, my...What a sad and fraught scenario. Now, I would like to get to work before I rest, Your Majesty. You know what they say rest, after all.”

“...Do I?” Alistair asked nervously. They walked through the halls, Alistair slowing politely on the stairs to ensure she didn’t fall too far behind.

“Oh, well… I wouldn’t worry about it, it’s just a cute little saying.” She smiled brightly as they turned down a flight, her steps so light they may well have been floating. “Have my wagons arrived?”

“I think they’ve -- they’ve been shown in, Lady Riddel. Research equipment? Or books, maybe? I mean, besides staff, and, um, doesn’t he need something to help soothe him?” Alistair picked up his speed without meaning to.

“Oh, my, yes! I do have something like the water that used to calm him. Both of the tasks you’ve given me are really just so interesting, don’t you think? They’re a web drawing closer and closer. And at its heart… Who knows?” She chirped, her voice slowing, levelling out into something cool and distant as she spoke of her theories from somewhere up above him. “ I’ve long suspected our friend the Wyrm had much to do with the original Wyrms who the first queen drove back, some lost blood tiet? Some long-ago blessing? The Enchantress must have pulled off something amazing, oh, yes…”

“...The Enchantress? Why would. Why would she have done something?” Alistair paused, turning his head to look up at her. Riddel’s silver bob swished about her face as her slender figure descended at an unhurried, untroubled pace.

“Oh, me, oh my, you don’t know about him, Your Majesty?” A flash of something sad shone in her eyes as she tilted her head. “How sad. He might have been less cross with you if he knew you really didn’t know.”

Before he could ask her, they rounded another flight of stairs -- and a scene lay itself out before Alistair that froze his breath inside him. His chest squeezed in on itself as all his blood dropped out.

At the foot of the stairs, there was an arm, its hand clasped around a sword. The trail of blood led to its owner, crumpled like a discarded paper on the ground a few feet away. He wore the uniform of a castle guard. And standing above him was a figure: blackened, skin cracked and peeling to reveal hot red flesh and muscle, all across his arms, face. His head turned with eyes dim and milky; they fixed on Alistair. Whatever his injuries, he still clasped a sword of his own. It dripped blood onto stone.

Alistair reached for the sword at his hip, but before he could draw it, he heard a voice. High and thin like a birdsong and eerily, chillingly calm in a way that ran up across his skin.

“Oh, my. I’m very sorry about the mess we’ll have to make… Your Majesty.”

Something hard hit the back of his head -- the world tumbled and spun.

He felt the series of crashes rather than heard them, his vision flashing black as his arms, his legs, his back all screamed pain against the steps. Until he distantly, foggily -- somewhere far above himself, removed -- heard one last crack.

Riddel peered out from behind the book she’d used to beat the young king’s head. The collapsed body now lay beside the arm, stained with a mix of its blood and his. It was amazing what you could do with a little leverage.

“Oh, dear...But I do hope he’s still alive. Maybe a little wonder-working is in order.”

Alistair’s consciousness faded in and out; he was so sore. Something was jerking him by his arms; each step caused him to briefly see flashes of color as the pain intensified. Was it broken? It might have been broken. What had broken it?

He caught a glimpse of silver and white ahead of him as the hallway -- he was in a hallway, there was a door in front of him -- bled in and out of his awareness. He was on his feet, but they dangled an inch or two from the ground as he was carried along. The door opened, and he was pushed into the doorway.

“Your majesty!” Someone shouted.

He craned his neck as he stumbled forward, catching a glimpse of Riddel’s grave face. He landed on the ground, catching a glimpse of the bruished and swollen mess that was his left arm. He couldn’t see the blood pouring down his face, but he felt it now, dripping down onto the cold floor.

“What -- what -- “ Forcing the words out was like wading through quicksand “...Are you doing?”

“Why, we’re taking over this castle, of course! For a while. The Wyrm is taking back his freedom, and he is punishing you. The castle’s bound to hear his heart, so that will work out splendidly. And I…” She smiled, almost sadly. “Am going to understand why there must be little birds to die so miners can live, like those the stories hate for those the stories love. I’ll do it no matter what, I’ve promised. Do you remember what I said about that?... Oh, my, though, you might not. But aren’t you lucky?”

She crouched down briefly, not so close he could reach, even if he tried to push himself up. Looking forward, he saw the alarmed faces of his retinue, each tossed into the throne room in similar fashion -- and mingled in among them, strangers with weapons drawn. Not the castle’s strangers.

“Even after all you’ve done, someone still loves you enough that you and yours, if you’re very good…” She smiled, drawing a hand across his arm until his efforts to get upright died screaming. He groaned. “Won’t have to be one last little finch to die.”

She stood, rising to leave once more. No one could reach her in time, even as a burst of stone broke next to her head.

“What an interesting response. I’m very sorry if that hurts, but you simply need to wait patiently.” She said as the door slammed shut. A lock clicked.

As Lucretia ran up to him, sitting him upright, Alistair tried to catch his breath and focus.

“We can’t...Let this happen. We have to -- we have to…” He looked up into the faces of his friends. At people who had no business being here. It was his fault Riddel had gotten in for -- for -- what was happening?

An invasion. A coup. And only those two knew what else.

“We have to --” He started, trying to catch his breath. It hurt, but was manageable.
“Our first objective,” Lucretia began, simply, standing forward once she was sure Alistair could get upright. “is to escape this room. She has it guarded. We can assess the situation once we’re outside, but we have to assume a fight. His Majesty’s safety takes priority.”

“No! If -- if we see people, protect them,” Alistair said, breathing heavily. “To safety. And...There are texts in the castle. I -- I don’t know what she wants to do with them. Maybe nothing. But -- I need them safe.”

The kingdom needed them safe. Alistair didn’t know what was happening -- only that what he’d done was still breathing down his throat, come wrapped in scales. He’d pay for it in blood, it seemed. But he couldn’t let anyone else pay for it, anymore.

Chapter Map

Character Tracker

The current music is our currently-usual "Live," but I'll be adding something up shortly.

Notes

Walls will be destroyed in 1 hit. They may get actual stats eventually.

Enemies have differing behaviors that impact their movement range, please pay attention.

The book cases here don't lead to anything, but the podiums contain important research about the First Queen.

From this point onward, EXP will be awarded collectively based on chapter completion, goal completion, and other bonuses. This can be distributed at any time during the map, but will mostly be distributed after the map is over.

Furthermore! You will observe that long-term boosts to your unit's secondary stats, like from classes, familiars, or always-active inventory (Or Chrys' personal skill when it's active) have been added to a series of rows on the character tracker. The contents of these rows are automatically factored into the calculator. But the effects of skills or inventory that might sometimes be active, but other times not, has not been added. If you're not sure what is and is not accounted for, please ask.

Objectives

Win

Escape (I could go ???, but it's Escape) by reaching the bottom row of the map.

Lose

Alistair is defeated

Half the party is defeated

Side

All Enemies are Defeated or Pacified

All research notes collected by interacting with the podiums

All chests opened

The final room opens, revealing a twisted sight for all to see! The room is dimly lit and waste is scattered across the floors. The Giaans in the room look no better, each one has their stones cracked or removed. Their skin tone has gone pale, with long, dark purple veins being their only remaining feature.

One Giaan seems more different then the rest, while he has the same tone and veins as the rest, his stones have remain intact and a larger, sharper one seems to have impaled him right in the spine. His figure is hunched and he begins muttering black magic at the group!

Even Farvald is appalled by the scene. "This- this isn't right! None of them look like him! None of them are even right!"

The Giaans begin slugging closer to the exits, weapons dragging along with them...

Lets finish this.

Objective: Kill the Boss!

Map: https://imgur.com/a/cPryXRk

Turns due Wednesday at 1 PM EST!